Chapter 6: Too Much Of Everything

I walked over to the gaggle of girls and the pizza. Most took small bites, but two, Dirt, a large, skinny, white, dirty blonde girl with zero or less body fat, ate the slices two at a time, like a sandwich, with one on top and the other on the bottom. Breasty, the tiny, large-breasted girl, took huge bites, eating an entire piece in the time it took to walk over.

“Here’s our Hero,” Mrs. Star shouted as we arrived.

The girls waved and called out various ‘My hero expressions.’

I stood taller, and my chest thrust out; thankfully, my dick did not come to attention. All the girls watched me as I sat down with the two teachers. I wanted to sit with the blonde in the red string bikini’s group, but it felt like I needed to act appropriately and sit with the teachers.

“So, how long is the park open?” Teacher Thicc asked. She leaned forward to rest her large breasts on the picnic table. Her deep red sunburn would hurt later, even if she put sunscreen on, which I almost offered to help with, but Chub interrupted.

“Thank you for saving my best friend,” the black girl with wide breasts said from beside me. I turned, and my nose grazed her breasts. She giggled while Mrs. Star scowled and said, “Dear, we are talking. Let the lifeguard eat.”

Chub looked down at her feet, then leaned forward to kiss me on the forehead. “Thanks.” She rushed away to sit with her two friends, who waved at me.

“Do you like pepperoni?” Teacher Thicc asked. She leaned to grab the box, and her breasts bulged out of her suit; only her nipples kept them contained.

“Something to drink,” Ten, the blonde in the red string bikini, had two bottles of water in her hands, placed one on the table in front of me, and chugged the other; her red tongue licked the bottle top as she did so.

“Thanks,” I replied while I watched her chest move up and down in time with her drinking. Her nipples tented her red top.

“You’re welcome,” she said and turned to saunter to the table with her friends. I watched her red ass walk away from me; my dick grew in remembrance of shoving it inside that ass.

“So, about the park?” Teacher Thicc asked again. Mrs. Star leaned forward with a cigarette loose in her fingers beside her, like she needed to hide it.

“We close in about two weeks,” I said between mouthfuls of greasy pizza. Everyone likes pizza because even cheap, greasy pizza, like these pies, still tastes incredible. The sharp pepperoni, the tangy tomato sauce, and the doughy crust curbed my hunger.

“What do you do then?” Teacher Thicc asked. She left her breasts on the table as if a dessert platter for me. Mrs. Star blew her smoke away from us.

The tiny Asian girl, Nipples, walked up, hand in hand, with another Asian girl, Kitten, who wore a white bikini with black kitten faces over her palm-sized breasts and her crotch. She had pulled her hair into two dark, coarse-haired pigtails and wore bright red lipstick. “Did he knock you over?” Kitten asked Nipples while she frowned at me.

“Yes, but it was my fault. I was trying to see inside the changeroom when he rushed out,” Nipples said as she tried to pull the other girl away.

“You hurt my friend,” Kitten said and stepped closer to me, her lips thin, her eyes narrow, while a sour, lilac odor wafted from her.

“Sorry,” I stammered as I glanced between the pair.

Mrs. Star interrupted, “Girls, please leave us. We are having an adult conversation.”

“This isn’t over,” Kitten said while Nipples dragged her away.

“They get protective,” Mrs. Star said and took a cigarette puff.

“So, what are your plans after this place closes?” Teacher Thicc asked again. The pressure of her breasts on the table pushed the edges of her dark nipple halo to appear and threatened to have her swollen nipples escape.

“I don’t know. I’ll likely get a job at the service station or something,” I said, and grabbed another pizza slice. After the day I have had, even her massive breasts a foot away from me barely stirred my dick, but it did twitch.

“Because we need a lifeguard at our school pool. It’d be during the day, and you would have to put up with the girls almost full time, but it does pay well,” Teacher Thicc said, leaned towards me, her nipples popped out as her breasts moved closer to me. She touched my knee under the table.

“We could use a hero like you,” Mrs. Star put her hand on my other knee. The warm palms caressed my bony knees.

“I’ll think about it,” I said, but my mind yelled, “Yes, Yes, Yes, of course, yes.” I tried to hide my smile and glanced around at the girls eating. Most stared at me as if they knew the offer and waited for my response. I took a large swig from my water and took another bite.

“We would like to know before we leave,” Teacher Thicc said.

“Not that you’re guaranteed to get the job. Others are applying, and the application closes tonight, with a start date next week.” Mrs. Star said and blew out grey toxic smoke from her nostrils.

“Well, I will tell you before you go,” I said and leered at Teacher Thicc’s breasts and dark, erect nipples.

The teachers smiled back at me and grew quiet. I ate and ogled the girls around me, discreetly or maybe not so discreetly. I would love to be lifeguarding these girls full-time.

“Oh, do you know how to teach swimming?” Teacher Thicc asked. I blurted out,” Yes, of course.”

“The other candidate doesn’t know how,” Mrs. Star said, and rubbed my foot with her foot.

My mind raced. Imagine teaching these girls every day, standing in the water beside them, manipulating their limbs, and maybe playing with the more promiscuous ones.

I finished my third slice and second bottle of water, and now my bladder needed relief again. My dick twitched as I remembered how I relieved it last time.

“When does your group leave?” I asked. Some girls had left the tables and returned to their blankets, where they cleaned up their electronics, sunscreen, snacks, bottles, and clothes they had scattered around.

“Soon, the girls are getting ready to go,” Mrs. Star said.

“Ok, I need to go to the washroom, then I will let you know,” I said and retreated from the table, following the two Asian girls as they walked ahead. Nipples yellow-suited ass scratch looked puffy and raw; my stupid boss likely didn’t clean it correctly. Kitten had a kitten face on each ass cheek which bobbed up and down as she walked. I wanted to run up to Nipples and tell her to clean the scratches again so they didn’t get infected, but the vileness of Kitten held me off.

Back and forth, my mind flipped, my gaze jumping between the two tiny asses until it landed on the yellow-clad one.

“Wait up, you need your scratches re-cleaned,” I yelled and ran to them. Kitten turned to me with a frown, while Nipples turned with a smile. “Your scratches are puffy and red. They will get infected if you don’t clean them,” I said and gestured to Nipple’s ass.

“What are you doing looking at my friend’s ass,” Kitten said, hand in fists, she stepped closer to me. The yellow-suited girl with dark brown nipples touched her friend’s shoulder and said,” His job, looking after me.”

Kitten glanced behind her friend and said, “It looks fine.”

“No, it doesn’t. It’s puffy and red, which is the beginning of an infection. It needs to get cleaned,” I said.

Kitten bent down and touched Nipple’s ass, “It does look puffy and red. Is it dangerous?”

“Only if we don’t clean it,” I said.

“So clean it already,” Kitten said and pushed her friend at me. I caught the light, warm girl and turned her to the first aid room. Then I remembered my boss would get upset that I needed to re-clean her work. Instead, I guided her towards the male washroom. We had a locked storage room in there that held our extra supplies, including rubbing alcohol.

“Why are you going into the male washroom?” Kitten asked.

“Because there is more room for all of us, and we have the rubbing alcohol in the storage room,” I said, and helped the two in.

Kitten stopped at the entrance, sneered, and said, “It’s so ugly.”

While not actually ugly, I did look dull, with a grey concrete floor and worn brown benches on three walls with dull silver hooks above them. The left wall contained the locked storage room and the entrance to the two toilet stalls, two urinals, and three sinks. I knew from cleaning the girls’ washroom that it had better lighting, white, newly painted benches, new silver hooks, and a rubberized blue floor.

“Just lie on the floor, and I will get you cleaned up,” I said, and opened the heavy storage room door. A waft of sour mildew and chlorine assaulted me. I grabbed a bottle of alcohol, a box of cue tips, gauze, and tape, and rushed out, letting the heavy door slam shut.

“What the fuck was that?” a girl’s voice yelled from the washroom.

“Just the lifeguard saving my life,” Nipples shouted while she lay on a pink towel with a giant purple cat. Kitten held her hand and pulled her suit up tight into her crack.

“You can’t die on me,” Kitten whined. Two girls, Blondie, with long blonde hair, and Grape, with short, spiky purple hair, emerged from the washrooms in their school uniforms. Both held vapes and exhaled sweet smoke.

“So cool,” Blondie said.

“Can I help? I want to be a nurse,” Grape said as she exhaled a massive cloud of smoke.

“Sure,” I said off-handed while I kneeled beside my patient and pressed around the scratches.

“What are you doing?” Grape asked and also pressed where I had pressed.

“Just feeling around to see how infected the scratches are,” I said. I removed the top of the bottle and poured some on a gauze to wipe.

“Can I do that?” Grape asked. Her purple lips frowned while cherry and lemon rose breath wafted over me.

“Like, no, he’s saving my life,” Nipples said, turned her head, and sneered at my helper nurse.

I dapped a bit of alcohol on the wound, which caused Nipples to scream and sweat to bead over her back.

“She doesn’t handle pain well,” Kittens said. Her body trembled, which made the kitten faces over her breasts bounce as if in agreement.

I nodded and started to clean the scratches. My boss did a terrible job, leaving bits of dirt and rocks embedded in the scratches.

As I worked, the girls talked around me.

“You’re doing great.”

“That’s so cool. Can I touch?”

“Stop touching me.”

“I have to go pee.”

“So go already.”

“But I want to watch.”

“I told you not to touch me, and my cunt isn’t hurt.”

“Just making sure.”

“Leave her alone.”

“I don’t know if I can hold it.”

I focused on my scratches and tried to ignore the girls.

“Hey, what are you doing in the boys’ washroom?” A girl said from the entrance.

“I’m helping save lives,” Grape said and placed her hand on my shoulder.

Spike, the thin model girl, held two girls, Cancer, an overtanned girl, and Marshmellow, who wore a tight orange bikini that squeezed her body and caused her fat folds to bulge. Cancer would fall if Spike let go, while Marshmellow had a glass alcohol bottle in her yellow fingernail hand with her other arm around Spike’s waist to help guide her.